okay okay, enough with the pink petals and rain loving. you knew a moment of pure frustration and hatred was bound to arrive. this afternoon i am self-medicating a serious case of PMS with gin.

here is a list of things that normally don’t bother me, but may actually cause me to go postal and blow up the nearest cherry tree. in no particular order:

1) not having any money
i’m going to be in med school for the next few years and will be paying off loans for many years after that. i’ve definitely resigned myself to an indefinitely tight budget. but sometimes it just sucks.

2) dog hair
drives me crazy when it’s wet and stinky and clinging fanatically to every piece of black clothing i own.

3) the pile of stuff flowing out of the storage closet
it’s not my stuff and i don’t really care. unless i have to go near it. the broom is over there… so are my shoes… no cleaning or going outside for the rest of the day.

4) television
i haven’t been able to read more than a paragraph at a time today, so i’m sitting in front of two screens at once right now: the huge plasma and the tiny ibook. it’s only been a few minutes, but most programming and commercials have me doubting the sanity of our human race. i can’t wait for American Idol to start.

5) traffic outside the front window
it’s impossible to watch the aforementioned television at a normal volume with the patio door open even a crack. and don’t get me started on car alarms. instead of blowing up the cherry tree, you can submit this entry as evidence if you see a crazy woman running down main street smashing in car windows with a dog brush.

Jonathan is working late tonight. he should really take his time to ensure i’m properly medicated by the time he gets home.

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